Droopy eyes,
lips dries.
Burning head,
Over the bed.
Running nose,
Hair loose.
Slurping soup,
sudden whoop.
Tasteless tongue,
Very young.
This is me, in FEVER,
mumma, my reliever.
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Babbles
PoetryBabbles - Volume 1 a continuous flow of tethered words from my mindset... This book will come in a set or say volumes! My random scribblings will be depicted here... Book cover designer - @crowned_cherry3 Thank you so much for this beautiful cove...
